“He seems to know Nur-el-Din pretty well,” she said, “and I’ll tell you something else, that woman’s afraid of your friend, the Captain!”
“What do you mean?” asked Desmond.
“I was watching her in the glass last night as he was talking to her while you and I and daddy were chatting in the corner. I don’t know what he said to her, but she glanced over her shoulder with a look of terror in her eyes. I was watching her face in the glass. She looked positively hunted!”
The taxi stopped. Desmond jumped out and helped his companion to alight.
“Au revoir,” she said to him, “never fear, you and I will meet very soon again!”
With that she was gone. Desmond looked at his watch. It pointed to a quarter to six.
“Now I wonder what time the leave-train starts tonight,” he said aloud, one foot on the sideboard of the taxi.
“At 7.45, sir,” said a voice.
“Desmond glanced round him. Then he saw it was the taxi-driver who had spoken.
“7.45, eh?” said Desmond. “From Victoria, I suppose?”